I'm leavin auld glesca forever,
I'm wavin ta ta cheerio,
All my young friends they say never,
But Churchill he says I must go
So i'm sailin my way doon the watter,
I'm sailin away doon the clyde,
But i'll leave ye somethin fur auls lang syne,
When I leave auld Glasgow behind.

I'll leave you Kelvingrove Park tae the winchers
And sauchiehall St tae the clicks
The rid biddy drinkers kin hae Georgie Square
The auld men kin aw wear their micks
the hairys kin huv paddys market
The barras an'all I don't mind
But i'll leave you somethin fur Auld Lang Syne
When I leave auld Glasgow behind.

I'll leave you Ibrox Park tae the Rangers
The Celtic at Parkhead do dwell
I'll lea ye a bookie tae lift aw yer lines
I leave the noon record as well
I'll lea ye a pub on each corner
Where aw ma young freends can drink wine
But I leave you something for auld lang syne
When i leave auld Glasgow behind